(This is my fifth fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a third attempt, I suppose. This is the last in a trilogy of 'The Stress of…' series, so I advise you read the first two before you read this. I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)

Chapter Four

Lucius and Hermione had had an excellent love making session that evening. The idea of the woman he loved having his children certainly affected Lucius.

After celebrating Lucius and Hermione had apparated to Hermione's parents house. They had rejoiced with the couple over the fact Hermione was a month and a half pregnant. Mrs. Granger had been especially happy; as she'd always wanted grandchildren.

Then they went to the Weasleys and told them the news; luckily Harry was there as well. They'd had a celebratory lunch which was delicious and filling.

Then Hermione and Lucius went to Hogwarts to tell the staff and to tell Ginny; who had started her sixth year. The girl had burst into tears when Hermione had told her.

So their families and friends had celebrated with them, and everyone had reflected upon Draco; the son Lucius lost. Both Lucius and Hermione knew he would have been a great half-brother to their unborn children; even if their mother was Hermione. Draco had been a caring young man although this had rarely been shown to certain people. A few tears were shed in his memory and even Ron and Harry were mournful of their lost nemesis that had never truly been completely rotten. Lucius missed his son; but with his new son and daughter on the way, he couldn't help being joyful and excited.

So, over nine long months Hermione blossomed and bloomed and grew very large; especially her stomach. She gained some weight, obviously, but this changed her body into a more womanly shaped and Lucius loved it even more when she had these new curves. Her emotions were up and down, one minute she'd be laughing and joyful, the next she'd be sobbing her eyes out. She suffered badly from morning sickness, and spent many hours over the nine months scolding Lucius for getting her into this state. By the end of the nine months, she was glad it would be over. Finally her due date came, and passed. This made Hermione quite angry, because the babies just weren't coming. Two weeks after her due date the babies were induced and she entered labour.

Seventeen hours later both their son and daughter were in the world, after much pain and suffering on both Hermione and Lucius's part; as Hermione had consistently squeezed his hand throughout most of the contractions, and had threatened him with death several times.

Once both children were out though, all this was forgotten, and the new parents could only gaze at their newborn children with pure love.

Drake and Faye were very different, and of course this was expected as they are unidentical twins. Drake (named so because of it's similarity to Draco) had his mothers brown hair which curled on his small head, but his fathers silvery grey eyes. On the other hand, Faye (named so because Faye means Fairy and they wanted a feminine creature to match the very masculine dragon meaning behind Drake and Draco) had her mother's eyes; brown and warm-looking, but her father's white-blonde hair which covered her head in a straight fashion. Both babies were gorgeous, and both were gurgling happily as they fed on one of their mother's breasts each.

Hermione watched them, cooing at their cuteness, as Lucius stood very close by; ever much the proud father.

They were complete. They were a family. And hopefully, these two would only be the start. Hopefully their little prince, and their little angel, would be the first of several; but as Lucius pondered this thought he decided to at least give Hermione a bit of a break. After all, it's not everyday someone has twins.